Lupis Gloria Romani
By Dan 1966 and Ademi
(cub/cub, Adult/Cub, rape, gay, vore, torture, slavery)

Rated Quad X

Based off of “Sheath and Knife” comics by Harmarist and Kittaness and Disney’s Zootopia.

Character Acknowledgment:

Pumba and Timon from Disney’s Lion King
The Fox Cyprian by Cracky of Inkbunny

Chapter 8

The Gray Family home
Haymarket, Meadowlands
1:30am
July 18, 2020

    Alex wiggled himself out of his brother’s arms and fumbled around for the controller to stop the video series. Slowly he slipped from the bed and started to trudge towards the bathroom when he realized he had a throbbing “hard on”. Then he realized why he had a throbbing “hard on” and quickly felt sick. The young wolf made it to the toilet in time to vomit the chips, dips and “wolf pop” he’d had the past few hours…

    “Ugh….” Alex moaned as he held his head. “How could I get hard thinking about that sick snit?”

      The description of the barbaric torture suffered by many prey mammals under the Romans rolled through his head again...being roasted alive on a spit run skillfully through the victims body that they still lived while they cooked!

     “A writer...a Puma named Jarus Sinus….described the unfortunate end for one such victim, a white tailed deer…..quote….”Had there been an abundance of fur or a coat on our meal, we would have shorn it off. We deprived the deer of his antlers, his tail and his hooves and burned the bloody attachments so he would not die and deprive us of our pleasure. We covered him in butter, olive oil and spices and when he realized what was going to happen to him, he fought most determined even without hooves. Eventually we tired of our games and proceeded to prepare him for roasting. Two tigers pulled his legs wide apart and held him fast as we proceeded to violate his tail hole with the butter covered spit. We took our sweet time in the penetration to enjoy his cries and pleading. The one selected to perform the service, did it with the usual great skill. The split stabbed out of the deers’ mouth and missed the vital organs so he would writhe in agony as his skin and fat began to give off a most delicious sizzle. It was for us a tantalizing and savoring erotic display…..unquote.

     Alex snorted and cursed to himself as he sat on the toilet and looked down to see his erection and his knot throbbing over the mental images He shook his head violently to get rid of them! “Gawdess Luna?! What the fluck?! How can I even get off on such sick snit?!” The young wolf yelped. And yet he couldn’t escape his own panting and salivating at the descriptions of the killing and feasting done by his ancestors. The very thought of “doing it old school” got Alex’s primal emotions fired up. And now all those cool video games he’d been playing? They didn’t feel so cool any more. They felt like big fat lies.

      Why couldn’t he go with his father and Uncle? Every year they went up to the North country past Zootopia and hunted “old school” the “stupid deer” that lived up there. Heck...they took Will when he was seven, why were they always blowing off Alex? Why wouldn’t Will tell him anything about his first “old kill” experience? Then the thoughts drifted back to that white tail getting “butt raped” and Alex felt like “pawing off” to it...once again shaking his head, calling himself sick and trying to get the urges out of his head again.

“Knock, Knock” Will tapped on the bathroom door...“Knock, Knock” “Hey Alex? You in there? You alright?”

   “Oh yeah...” Alex replied sarcastically. “I always get hard over rape torture, no big deal Will.”

     “Uh? You too huh?” Will replied. “Maybe the professor is a bit perverted but that’s beside the point. What are you doing?”

     “Pawing off? so I can ditch this hard on? so I can piss?” Alex replied.

      “Seriously Alex.” Will said. “What are you doing? Because I really need to get in there like right now ok?”

      “And seriously? I’m trying to piss ok?” Alex replied with an evil snicker. “Go down stairs and use that bathroom Will!”

      “Alex!” Will yelped with urgency. “I’m not going to make it! If you’re not pissing, let me in!”

      “GO DOWN STAIRS WILL!” Alex barked!

      “SNIT!” Will snapped back! Moments later he pounded on the bathroom door! “WHAM! WHAM! ALEX?! OPEN THE STUPID DOOR…..NOW!”

      Alex relented and opened the door to see Will standing with a soaken wet hoodie over his crotch and tears of urine running down his legs….”Ugh! Get out of the way Alex!” Will snarled as he pushed his little brother aside and threw the hoodie into the tub. “Damn it...you weren’t taking a piss were you? See what you did you little brat?!”

      Alex yelped back. “What “I” did? You’re the one who just pissed all over yourself and “I’m” at fault?!” Alex sniffed and turned his nose...”Sheesh Will….you stink of rotten dog food, take a shower already!”

      “You could have just let me….Alex?!” Will watched as his brother got closer to sniff him some more and he slappedAlex in the nose with a paw!

      “Yipe! What the heck Will?!” Alex yelped as he held his nose.

         “You were curling your lips and salivating, cut that out you sick little brat?!” Will huffed.

        “I can’t help my DNA.” Alex sighed as he sniffed the air again. “You know? You covered in urine is pungent but I think I like it? What’s that mean Will?”

       “It means you’re a really sick little wolf now cut that out?!” Will huffed as he kept Alex away with a paw while the older brother got in the tub to wash himself.

        Alex wanted to reach out and play with Will’s hardness, pausing to just play a paw finger over the tip of Will’s erect penis before changing his train of thought...”Hey Will? When are you going to take me “old school”?”

       “Old School?” Will asked. “What do you mean by that?”

        Alex leaned against the edge of the tub stall...”You know? Go up to the North country and hunt “stupid deer” the old way? Go naked together? go feral nuts and taste real live blood wet meat?”

         Will popped his head out of the tub...”Alex? There are more important things in life than “Getting back to feral” and freezing our nuts off romping naked through the snow.”

          “Oh?” Alex replied. “Like being a soft toothed, pussy pacifist?” The young wolf huffed back. “You might hate your DNA there Will? But please don’t tell me to hate mine? I wanna go like Dad and Uncle Chancy do every year, you went with them when you were a cub and they keep blowing me off when I want to go?!”

          “Trust me kid.” Will sighed. “It is not all the rage you think it is, you’ll get board real quick. Getting in touch with our ancestors is over rated.”

           Alex tore the curtain open...”All you’d want to do is hump the snit out of me! Everything we’ve ever done together involves me getting “boned” at the “end”! All I matter to you Will is a sex toy!”

          Will threw his arms up….”Alex? Stop being a little brat! Of course I value you more than that?!”

           “Then take me “wild-ing” in the woods?! I wanna feel feral, I wanna run on my paws and howl over a kill! I’m burning with it Will and I really need to get it out!”

            “Alex?” Will replied exasperated.

            “Oh fluck you then Will Gray!” Alex yelped. “Fluck you! You piece of snit!” Alex screamed as he stomped out of the bathroom.

           “Ugh….” Will sighed as he flopped back against the wall of the shower stall...”This kid gets more demanding the older he gets.” The older wolf said as he lathered his fur with dog shampoo...”I’m not putting myself through that again even if Alex hates me.”

           Almost a half an hour later...Will came out of the bathroom to see a new tray of snacks on the bed but a still brooding and angry Alex sitting in a pair of PJ bottoms…

           “Thought you had enough of me?” Will asked.

           “Fluck you.” Alex replied. “I want to watch more of the series, not concern myself with my pussy ass brother.”

            Will sighed...”Alex? You’re being unfair.”

             “I’m being unfair?!” Alex huffed back. “You’re the one treating me like a sex doll all the time Will! All I ask is for some real honest wolf bonding time with my brother and he gives me the big fat middle paw finger. But when you want to hump my rump? Oh then you’re all into anything aren’t you? Well fluck you Will. Turn the series back on and don’t flucken talk to me you dirty tail hole flucker.”

            Will slowly sat down in the bed and stayed quiet for a moment until he saw his little brother sag...”You must really hate me huh?”

            “No…..” Alex replied sighing….”No...We are sort of bonding now and...and I’m the one being the tail hole huh?”

         Will gave Alex a gentle kiss on the head. “I’m sorry I’m failing your expectations.”

         Alex smiled. “You certainly failed to hold your piss in?”

        “You did that on purpose you little snit stain.” Will snorted back. Alex flipped himself onto his big brother’s lap and sat wagging his tail…

        “If there’s things about going feral you don’t like Will? I understand. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do but I wanna go feral and romp with you because….because you….are just so hot and cool.”

         Will snorted back...”I thought you didn’t want to bring sex into this little adventure?”

         Alex gave Will a light slap in the snoot. “Shut up you dumb idiot?” He snorted. “Wow...our ancestors were brutal bastards weren’t they Will?”

         “They certainly didn’t hold anything back when they mastered the world they knew at the time.” Will replied. “You ready for more “hard on’s”?”

         Alex flopped off Will’s lap and sounded joyfully...”You bet Brother! Hit the button already? And don’t blab! Sheesh your commentary sucks!”

From the Dan Canine series….Dan Canine is speaking.

         “Now we have to take a breather and bring things thus far to a quick synopses...The Tusker Confederacy “was”...might as well start using past tense here because it’s almost game over...”was” a refuge for prey mammals fleeing the might of Lupinian Rome of which the great Roana River formed a natural defensive barrier of good protection. That is until Julius Caesar shows up and starts to build a bridge. For three days now in a display of awesome engineering and command, Caesar’s troops are inching closer and closer to the Confederacy who’s defenders are gathering to repulse the Roman invasion from Nalo Heights, a sloping hill that the Tusker forces have turned into a defensible redoubt.” 

      “Other Wolf counsels of Rome, four to be exact, failed abysmally to cross the Roana by boats and they didn’t have what Caesar has now skillfully attained by diplomacy...help from the river otters whom the Tuskers have violently suppressed and butchered for years. The otters are not only defending the bridgework from attacking boats. As the bridge closes ever closer to the Tusker shoreline...the otters are attacking the Nalo defenders at night. They sneak into the defense works, catch prey mammals sleeping and cut their throats….in some cases. In others? They’re taking prisoners to the Romans and their lives will be brutally cut short. One unfortunate victim’s plight is recounted by a legionary with Caesar, a wolf named Annius Cimber. Quote….”

       “The otters of the Suwani brought to us a captive they took from the Nalo defenders, a bunny named Sarkadies (Sar-Kay-Dees) who pleaded for mercy but none was given. His feet and tail were chopped from his body and thrown to some comrades who would wear them as good luck talisman and his wounds were quickly burned to keep him from bleeding out. The bunny was then given to some of our felines who flipped him playfully about the air from paw to maw which cut him seriously. All this took place at the lead of the bridge so the defenders on Nalo could see what was in store for them. Finally...the bunny was dangled by his ears over one of our biggest cats, a lion named Mucianus and was deposited so he would be swallowed alive. The bunny screamed for his comrades on Nalo to kill him with arrows but as four of his comrades stepped to the edge of the river bank….they were mowed down by arrows from our little friends the otters. Mucianus took his time licking the sobbing bunny’s bottom and savoring the tastey meat before Sarkadies was dropping into his toothy maw. The bunny screamed and struggled to his very last...his limbs still kicking inside the lion’s stomach until he suffocated or drowned in the intestinal juices. The swallowing for many had a satisfying erotic flavor to it.”

     “Unquote….There’s beheadings that are done, acts of gang rape, roastings. Even a sickening form of “wish bone” where the victim is tied to a pair of poles and then gangs of predators pull the poles apart and the victim is torn in half. The predators are not here to play games….certainly not…..nice ones. This of course is all psychological warfare, telling the prey mammals on Nalo that this is what’s coming for all of you. Fighting us is futile and if you run? You’ll only die running tired. It all has good effect, a lot of prey mammals run from Nalo heights and only the arrival of the heavy Tusker legions stems the panic.”

       “At the same time Caesar is building his bridge, there’s already a full Roman legion across the Roana, once again thank you to the little ones, the otters of course. This “lightening legion” as it is called because of its’ rapid speed of movement is heading for the Tusker capital of Chelsea and on the way there, they have been ravaging prey villages for food and loot. They are about to run into an agricultural community of goats called Kapsi. Soon it will ceased to be Kapsi because it will cease to exist. It’s population nears 1,000 goats….it will reach “zero” pretty fast and pretty brutally.”

         “And then there’s these two wolves, Garay and Larotius from the Lightening Legion, they are getting ready to infiltrate Chelsea to sew a little chaos before the full legion crashes into the Tusker capital. These two wolves are not alone though….they have picked up some foxes who are going to help them carry out their assignment. This is a little bizarre of course as the Roman Senate has long declared that it is the duty of every wolf to kill foxes. In Rome….foxes are vermin to be wiped out because of the law was laid down supposedly by Rome’s founding wolf, Romulus, because of a fox’s treachery….which never happened.” 

           “If your a fox in this age of Zootopian history? You’re just screwed all around and I mean “screwed”. If the Romans catch you? You might die very quickly and with some measure of comfort knowing it’s going to be fast and merciful in some cases but you and your kind are marked for death in the Roman sphere of influence and control. In Tusker? You’re a filthy brothel whore to be used for sex until you die. It just sucks to be a fox in these days so why would you take your chances with a pair of wolves knowing that once you’ve served your purpose? They just might rip your throat open. It could be….because of who these wolves work for. As I’ve said previously? Julius Caesar is nothing like the Roman counsels before him.”

          “What no one sees behind the scenes of this great Wolf, is the machine that makes him not only powerful and hyper-ambitious? But makes him rich. This “machine” full of mathematicians, statisticians, engineers, philosophers and planners...is almost all prey mammals. Bunnies, Chipmunks, Raccoon dogs, reindeer….dinner items are doing all the bureaucratic nonsense like logistics, supply, provisions, negotiations...this is unheard of in Roman society, it’s worse than playing with your food...it’s playing with your food... and never eating it! Caesar is in essence giving a lot of power and even money to mammals every other predator wants wearing chicken leg coverings to serve at Thanksgiving! If the Senate finds out what Caesar is doing? They could bring him up on charges like sedition. And you would think that the last thing these prey “items”, let’s be honest here my friends, that’s what these mammals were to the Romans….food “items” not individuals. The last thing some of these prey mammals would want to do is work for a wolf that’s about to march into a land full of prey mammals and slaughter a whole lot of them for the Roman meat market! And yet?…..the do work for him and they show incredible love and loyalty to him.”

     “The reason these prey mammals serve Caesar so loyally however….is because they have value. Caesar has well learned the lesson of what happened to Archimedes the rabbit. Intelligence and purpose are two things that don’t escape Caesar and unlike previous wolves who reached the station of counsel of Lupinian Rome….Caesar is not a hundred percent ruthless nor callus. Evidence for this comes from a bunny who was very close to Cesar of course...the slave Stefinus….quote….”

       “How could I not love the great master? He saved me from a life of abuse and eventual cruel death. I knew him closer than many others besides my master Questritus the otter who served him faithfully. Many times I shared his bed as as a loving comfort mammal who soothed his troubled spirit. I enjoyed his many pettings, loved his gentle kisses and soothed his various pains. I knew Caesar as warm hearted, loving and kind though as a general he was strong and brutal. Under him I was no longer famished, thin and scruffy but grew plump and even rich enough to eventually purchase my own freedom and have my own trade. I am to this day still loyal to my beloved old master and weep every year at his tomb on the day he was murdered by the Senate. One day...justice shall be served upon all his enemies and I hope to be well enough to deliver a blade as his instrument of revenge.”

       “Unquote….Caesar was famous for pardons if prey mammals served his cause. So for these foxes now working with Garay and Larotius to get into the Tusker capital...the risk of perhaps ending up dead or protected was worth trying. The alternatives...were not that appealing.”      

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
noon
The underground aqueducts of Chelsea near the Temple of Tocarus

      Larotius groaned to himself as he peered from the drain slit of the cobble street across from the main iron doors of the Temple of Tocarus. Two hippo wearing armor with Hoplite spears and shields guarded the entry way as visitors came and went, making prayers and offerings in the hopes the elephant gawds would protect them from the Roman hordes threatening to invade the land. The wolf made one positive observation, most of the visitors were females and their young which meant a good deal of the fighting age males were gone from the city proper. Still...Larotius wasn’t very confident as he turned to sit with the foxes…

      “Mmmm….” The wolf thought...”Hippos are guarding the doors. Elephants and Rhinos are tought but Hippos can be even tougher and meaner even with flat teeth. Their thick hides can take a lot of punctures before you even strike an organ.” Larotius said with a frown. “We could gang up on them but...I don’t see any of us killing one.”

        Asphalion gestured. “It’s actually easy to kill a hippo if you strike behind the middle of the ear lobe and thrust strait in. No point on a Hippo is softer nor quicker for death.”

         “And how do we achieve this?” Larotius asked. “Do you think they’ll just stand there and let us ask...”Hello? We’re here to kill you and torch your temple. Do you mind?”

          Cypselos gestured with a smile. “Perhaps they need to be enticed to let their guard down?”

          Larotius replied. “In what way?”

           The lean male fox stood up and felt over his body. “Me? I’ll whore myself and distract them?”

        Larotius shook his head. “You will do no such thing. I saved your life so you wouldn’t despoil and debase yourself again. No, I forbid it!”

         Cypselos displayed himself effeminately as he rubbed a paw over Larotius’s muzzle…”And I gladly give myself for your glory my liberator. You can not throw away an advantage for victory as distasteful as you think it is?”

         Eetion nodded approval. “Let him try master? No fox can tantalize like Cypselos! I’ve seen him do veil dances and make prey animals pass out from his beauty. Let him try?”

          Larotius relented...”Go...but take no dangerous risks! If it looks like you will fail? Run fast!”

          Cypselos gave Larotius a gentle kiss on his paw...”I’d rather die for you than die in a brothel. Giving my life for you my savior is my joy.”

          Laotius shook his head. “Damn it! Go! You’re becoming a dangerous distraction!” The wolf turned his head and allowed Cypselos to vanish down the aquaduct pipe and into the dark.

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
noon
The center of Chelsea. The whore house of Savvas (Goat) the Socialator

         The old goat was in a room selecting which of a fresh crop of young female foxes would gain the most reward for being virgins when a scream and the cries of a dog being savagely beaten filled the air!

       “You stinking mutt! You disobedient, mange ridden cur! Get up!” A high pitched by very angry voice sounded between the cracks of a whipping stick as Savvas watched a rabbit “whale” upon the larger and stunningly beautiful white wolf who was bound and ball gagged on the ground!

         The old goat ran out of the brothel and caught the bunny’s angry swinging arm...”Why are you beating this gorgeous wolf?” Savvas asked.

        “Gorgeous?!” Bersalus replied. “Gorgeous you say?” The rabbit snapped as he kicked Garay in the nose as he lay helpless. “Gorgeous would be a title if this mutt would make me money, which he does not the tail tucking cuss!”

         Savvas smiled. “Perhaps you’d be interested in selling him? Has he been broken?”

         “He’s been a virgin since he was caught as a pup.” Bersalus snarled. “But he won’t obey and he snaps hard at any customer so I’m done with him. I’ll sell him only if I can experience the joy of watching him gang raped to death. Surely there are some big deer around who’d like to avenge themselves on this nice dog?”

          Savvas looked at the foxes...”Your more “steady” money bringers?”

          Bersalus waved his paw...”I have better. I’ll give them to you too at a savings. They do perform well. Say….. Cyprian here? He enjoys giving long oral copulation and his maw can even swallow an elephant’s “pleasure stick” with no difficulty at all.”

           Savvas played with his bearded chin...”Would you care to come in and arrange a sale?”

           The bunny bowed. “Most delighted too. Allow me to put up my wagon first if I may?” Bersalus turned and brutally whipped Garay in the head… ”GET IN THE WAGON! MOVE YOU STUPID DOG! AND YOU DUMB FOXES! PULL THE WAGON BETTER OR SO HELP ME I WILL HAVE YOU SKINNED ALIVE FOR RUGS!”

         Savvas watched as Bersalus cruely whipped and screamed at the foxes pulling his wagon until they vanished around a corner and down a side street…

      “WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!” Marlo reached out and ripped the whip from Bersalus’s paw...”THAT’S ENOUGH YOU FLUCKEN RAT!”

         “Sorry!” The bunny said as he cowarded. “I was just keeping up the act?”

        Garay leaped out of the wagon, walked up and picked Bersalus up into a hug….”Beautiful performance! Absolutely wonderful!”

        “I? You’re not angry that I hit you very hard are you?” Bersalus asked.

        “Absolutely not!” Garay replied. “I love theater and I must say you are a natural actor!...for a bunny. Certainly better than these foxes.”

       “I don’t care how enamored you are with him Wolf.” Marlo snarled. “To me? He’s a walking snack.”

       Aster, Marlo’s brother, hit Marlo on the chest. “Calm yourself brother. I guess we should all rope ourselves up to keep this little play of yours going there oh great wolf?”

        Cyprian waved a paw. “We shouldn’t kill the Socialator right off. Best we wait to make sure the brothel isn’t busy and it will give me the time to spread the word among the other foxes. Now be warned oh wolf of Rome? Some are not going to act to kind to you but please? Give them a chance to hear you out? And if any look as if they might run to tip off the Tuskers to save their own necks? Let us reason with them before we have to kill them?”

        Garay nodded back. “You better not double cross me fox. I still don’t trust you at all.”

        “I have no choice but to trust you.” Cyprian snorted. “Even though you make me hate you with a burning heart.”

       “Trust me fox.” Garay snarled. “The feeling is quite mutual.”  

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
noon
The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation. 

       The day of union could not have been more perfect for Ademi as he stood for his preening and pampering, being made beautiful for his lover who would soon consummate with him in their new hut together…

        For once...Dimius the black fur was being serious and respectful but how long does that ever last? He had bathed Ademi in sweet buttered goat milk and slowly brushed him out with his fur well curled and fluffed up. “You look so tender and innocent.” Dimius said positively as he snuggled his friend.

       Sweet Myri, the pink goat every young goat envied, had done the flower veil that sat on Ademi’s head, the flower wrings on his wrists and a beautiful flower and bow arrangement that made up a sort of “bikini bottom” over Ademi’s genitals and his tail hole. Myri licked enticingly and gently over Ademi’s nose...”This should make your “de-flowering” a little fun. Some of these? Your lover can eat off of you.” The beautiful goat boy giggled. 

       Finally….Cercius and Ermis dressed Ademi in the see through silk union gown that every young goat wore on their special day and Ademi shivered with excitement as he felt it softly glide over his body. He gently nuzzled and kissed every goat kid around him as he began to walk toward his new life. Vasilis and younger Colin danced around Ademi and showered him with flower pedals as they sang a sweet song of joining to Dimus and Myri playing pipes and a Lyre as they danced around Ademi also. Ademi started to tear up as the sweet music and song made him warm with joy…

      “Oh Pan in the flames, he’s gonna start crying.” Dimius said as he dropped rose pedals over Ademi’s head. “Just what your lover wants to see you do. Makes the union more fun.”

       Ermis snapped. “Like you’ll ever know Dimius you floater? I think it makes Ademi more adorable. Don’t let Dimius ruin your day Ademi?”

           The little group walked and danced their way into a clearing where the marriage party was gathered. Only males attended a union ceremony, the punishment for violating this secret sacred ritual? Well….ask the female kid goat about that. She was old enough to know better but she chose to violate the sacred law. While no male could be eaten by other male goats because of Pan’s laws, nothing was said about females being a dinner item. The female kid was cooked golden brown with an apple forced into her mouth and vegetables stuffed into her pussy. She’d been well glazed over with a mixture of sauce and spices and there she sat as a center piece among the fruits and vegitables provided as fare for the ceremony. 

         Selenos, Ademi’s soon to be husband, was dressed only in a tight fitting male bikini bottom with his genitals on proud display and his cock fully unsheathed. The cart puller and grain gatherer was glorious to behold. Powerful, viral yet soft in his features as he gazed on his soon to be bridge whom he would carry to his hut to fill his lust…

         Dimius could never be respectful...”He’s going to rip you in two. Can’t wait to hear you scream your brains out.”

          Myri slapped Dimius off the head as he danced by him. “Stop your loud mouth and keep to what you’re doing?!”

         It was all celebration and horny behavior as the young goat kids danced and sex played around the adult males. There were plenty of single kids of age who teased the unmarried bachelors with innocent homoerotic displays by themselves or with other young goats. Ademi watched as his un-married friends “dick teased” Adults by kissing, slowly licking or just taking unsheathed cocks into their mouths. Other goat kids swapped affectionate kisses with each other or played rump feels and rubs. The aire of sexual tension and love making was hot and ripe for excitement but the banter wasn’t spoiling Ademi’s moment. He held his eyes affixed on his love as he walked up to where Selenos stood with the elder and stopped to allow Cercius and Ermis to slowly remove Ademi’s silk gown to display him in his preen white innocence. His love reached out his hoofed hand and Ademi at first played shy and unwilling, allowing Selenos to display himself as a powerful mate by grabbing Ademi’s hoof hand and giving sort of a hard warning pull that the young goat kid better do as he was told. It was a brief display as Selenos placed Ademi in front of him with his arms crossed over the young kid’s shoulders and over his chest.

The elder Hyllos raised his hoof hand to quiet the excitement of the gathered….

“Friends...we are gathered here under the eyes of Pan to bless the union between these two males. Selenos, Son of Urios. Ademi, Son of Isador. You agreed to enter into the arrangement of marriage a year ago and to remain celibate until this day. Who speaks for Selenos?”

Seleno’s brother, a brown and white furred goat named Calistos, came forward. “I attest that my brother has known no other goat nor kid for the past year. That he has not slept with any goat nor performed an act of anal love upon any goat in the past year. Pan be pleased with him.”

Hyllos turned to Ademi. “Ademi, Son of Isador, have you maintained your virginity for the past year as the law requires? Have you committed any acts of whoredom or allowed any goat to mate you? Speak the truth. To be caught in a lie is death.”

Ademi replied sternly. “I have kept the law elder.”

Hyllos rotated a hoof finger in the air. “Display yourself for all to see Ademi, Son of Isador.”

Ademi bent down to the ground and spread his legs wide with his tail raised so those in attendance could gaze at his tail hole and know the truth. It lasted an eternity until the gathered males signaled...”He is perfect and unblemished! A beautiful virgin kid which Pan blesses!”

Of course Ademi kept his vow but that didn’t stop the fear and the quick dream that flashed through his mind of him being carried to a carving table while being called a vile whore and slut. Hippius was still very much in Ademi’s mind and he was bound and determined to know the truth as to why the poor goat kid was killed. Was Hippius really a whore as was claimed? Ademi’s mind was turned back to the ceremony as the Elder called him to stand and face him…

“And now...speak the vows to each other as the law decrees. Ademi, Son of Isador….speak your words of love.”

   Ademi for the moment was all twisted tongue. He took a moment to catch his breath and think of the words, his heart was screaming a hundred miles and hour and threatened to thump him into an embarrassing faint…

    The elder placed a hoof hand on Ademi’s shoulder...”No need to rush yourself, there is no expectation of time yet we do not want to be here when the sun sets do we?”

     The other goats gave off a chuckle as Ademi closed his eyes and set himself strait….

     “Deep breath”…..”Selenos...my desire, my warmth, my joy, my love. I give myself to you willingly to fill your every desire and please your every wanting. I am yours to do as you wish and give all my heart and warmth to thee. I am yours.” Ademi gazed into Selenos eyes and touched the tip of his lips gently with his hoof hand. “Will you have me for yourself?” Ademi whispered as he reached down to stroke his hoof hand over Selenos’ hardness.

      The adult goat slowly moved his hoof hand over Ademi’s face as he smiled down on him...”Ademi? Thou are perfect for me. I am captive to your young beauty and have longed for you since my eyes first set upon your soft fur, your gentle face, your elegant features and I do desire thee fully. To please you in every way. To make you as happy as you wish to be.” Selenos moved closer and took Ademi by his hoof hands...”Will you have me for yourself?” He asked the goat kid.
    Ademi smiled as he wrapped his hoof hands around Selenos’ thickened cock and slowly licked his lips. Ademi looked up into Selenos’ eyes and said...”I do take thee my love...” And without pausing….Ademi slipped his lips over the head of his lover’s large cock and took the hard on into his mouth down to the roots.”

     “Ahhh!” Selenos sighed deeply as Ademi sucked his mouth around the hard shaft. “Yes my love…sigh….please me….”

      It wasn’t supposed to be part of the union ceremony but these gatherings were always open to “improv” and Ademi certainly was “improv’ing” as he pulled off the thick cock, glided his lips down its’ length and played his lips and mouth over Selenos’ large ball sack…

     “Mmmmmm….” Ademi coo’d as he licked. “I want all your seed my love.”

      Dimius elbowed Myri with a snicker...”I taught him everything on how to suck and please his lover you know?”

      “Oh you did not!” Myri yelped back. “You can’t even help yourself to get decently raped.”

       Cercius smiled. “Now that Ademi will be a made mate? I want him to do that to me.”

        The passion of Ademi’s ministering to his new loves cock was contagious as other older and young goats engage in perverted acts of love around the wedding couple. Ademi was moving his mouth forwards and backwards now over the thick hot meat stick, stopping at the tip for a moment to rub the tips of his lips over it, then thrusting its’ hardness down his mouth again as he drove his lover to climax…

         Selenos couldn’t hold back any more...wrapping his hoof hands over Ademi’s head, Selenos held him still as he released himself and filled his young lover’s mouth with hot cum. Surely the performance pleased Pan as Ademi pulled his head back and allowed a little river of Selenos’ juices to flow from his lips and down his chin…

      The elder turned to his own lover and gestured that he complete the ceremony with the ties of joining. The young goat at first kissed Selenos then Ademi as he tied wrists together…

      “With these loving lines of binding.” The young goat said softly. “May Selenos and Ademi enjoy...”

       Suddenly….the joy of the moment was broken by distant cries and screams. Terrified bleats, loud and screeching, broke the tranquility of the clearing. First by only a small few, then growing as more and more goats were taken by some sudden and violent calamity…

       Then the elder’s head was pierced by a well aimed steel tipped arrow, followed by more in quick succession as both he and his little lover kid were torn into by a shower of deadly flying darts…

       Ademi watched as Cercius was struck in his chest twice! Ermis in the head through the eye! Other goats were caught in their shock and murdered with deadly precision….

      And then a tide of hell and fire came through the line of the clearing and the wonder day became a day of slaughter.

From Dan Canine’s series on Rome….

     “What was done to the village of Kapsi was best described by another legionnaire...a Bengal tiger named Caelus Antistius Vindex who served under the cohort commanded by Tertius Curtius Dominicus which was responsible for both defending the Lightening legions rear and getting food...quote….

     “We burst upon them suddenly, first with arrows and then by paw and claw. At first we found very few of the males present in the village so it was easy pickings for us there. Those goats who were fatty or we knew to be good foal breading stock...we captured. The rest we killed, tore apart and raped at will. The majority of the males were found in a clearing having a celebration to their perverse sodomite gawd Pan. We captured the younger males which could provide a tasty meal. The elderly, the resisters and the rest we butchered or kept so we could play with them. The goats that were fare and beautiful looking...we kept for pleasure.”

   “Unquote…The brutal treatment of Kapsi defines the whole endeavor of the campaign. Establish terror...secure food….re-establish the “order of things” as the Romans believed define the world. Prey animals deserved no rights, deserved no respect, deserved nothing…..save a good dipping sauce.”   
     
Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
The goat heard village of Kapsi in the Tusker Confederation.

     Ademi didn’t know where to go, the only thing he was doing was running! They were coming into the clearing from all over the place! Tigers, Panthers, Lions, Wolves, Bears….huge armor wearing murdering beasts with swords, shields, clubs, daggers, bows and javelins in their paws. Their teeth bearing maws drooling with a lust to kill! Young goats were being ripped apart by packs of them! Half a kid was still screaming as he was flung without his lower half of a body over Ademi’s head! Another was being “butchered” to death by a pack of wolves as they ripped his legs off his body! Still others were being snared by nets, including beautiful Myri who held a hoof hand out as Ademi ran by….

      “ADEMI! HELP ME! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”

      Ademi turned his head as he stumbled and fell into the edge of the clearing and regained his flight to get away with other fleeing goats! Dimius crashed into him as he too ran from the slaughter….

     “GET UP!” Dimius yelped as he picked up Ademi and they bolted on their hinds as they took anthropomorphic form…

     “Where…...where did they come from?!” Ademi asked in horror.
     
       “Who cares!” Dimius snapped back. “Just keep running you stupid little fool!”

       Ademi cried….”Mother! Sister! Father! Selenos! I don’t have a knife! Do you have a knife Dimius?!”

       “If I had a knife, would I be here right now?! Shut up and keep running!” Dimius snapped. “It’s the end of the world! It’s the end of everything! How did they get across the river?!”

       Ademi cried...”I want to die being torn apart! I don’t want to be eaten! Dimius, kill me!”

      Dimius slapped Ademi in the face. “Stop that crap! The best we can do right now is run and hide!”

       “What did we do?! What did we do Pan to be abandoned by you!” Ademi screamed. “We’re sorry Pan! Please don’t leave us to die being eaten! Kill us both Pan please!”

       Dimius stopped and slapped Ademi even harder. “Do you even think that stupid statue can help us now! Grow the hell up Ademi and stop being a little bitch! I never believed that dumb piece of rock could do anything.”

      “That’s blasphemy!” Ademi yelped.

      “And you’ll be a side of ribs if you don’t keep running you little moron!” Dimius screamed. Suddenly...a net came flying through the air with weighted balls on it and snagged the black furred goat kid in the legs, sending him tumbling over the ground in front of Ademi….

       And then something slammed into Ademi’s head and the world went black...

Mid-June
The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
1pm
The heights of Nalo over the Roana River

        “FIRE!” A bull elephant waved down his arm and a weighted catapult slung into action! The stone in the netted basket arced away, flew over the heights and landed short of the bridge-work by fifteen yards. At least they had the range now to keep the defenders from perhaps completing their work but still the predators went on determined to forge to the bank. On the crest of the heights, General of the Tusker heavy legions, Tantor Nebrex, stood observing the situation with Melilus the Rhino…

       “So the boat attack failed?” Nebrex asked.

       “The otters were very aggressive and courageous. That’s what’s keeping us from putting archers on the river bank. I warned the royal family again and again that their repression of the Suwani would pay.” Melilus groaned.

        “They are predator scum. Just as treacherous as the foxes and cats we screw in the brothels. Just that you can’t easy screw an otter so it’s better they die.” Nebrex said with passionate hate. “Bridge, boat, no matter. The outcome for these Romans will be the same as all other times. This bridge will just make it easier for us to kill them in a horde.”

        Melilus frowned...”You might be a little over confident as to the ability of our opponent. That’s Julius Caesar across that river and he’s no ordinary wolf by far. He’s a skillful commander who displays excellent pluck and audacity. I’ve sent scouts up and down the river to make sure he doesn’t try to outflank us.”

      Nebrex laughed. “Outflank us? Those fools coming across the river on boats? Surely you jest Melilus?”

        “With the help of the otters? Cesar has an advantage his previous peers sorely lacked. So far my scouts have returned with no sightings which is a good thing for us. We just might pull off the victory you are so quick to assure.” 

        “Soon they will enter the range of our catapults Melilus. Let us see then how sturdy their bridge is. As for Caesar thinking he could possibly outflank us? I’ve assured ourselves sufficient reserves for that possibility.”

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
1pm
The Temple of Tocarus in Chelsea

       Lasos and Argaeus had been on watch for six quiet hours as devotes and other mammals came in and out to offer sacrifices and pray for the safety of the land from the ruthless Roman hordes. Now came the time for the priests and vestal virgins to do their quiet supplications before the idols inside the temple. It was at this moment that a fox wrapped in a flowing garb of pink and purple silk came walking effeminately up to them…

      “Hello brave guardians of Tocarus.” The male fox said seductively. “Such droll duty for two great beasts such as yourselves today. Perhaps you need to be entertained so your functions will be less dull?” Cypselos the red fox said as he slowly danced erotically before the two armored hippos.

       From across the street still hidden in the drainage tunnel, Larotius had to shake his head and wince his eyes shut against the homo-erotic performance.

      “I told you he’s visually stunning.” Eetion said with a smirk as he regarded Larotius’s un-sheathed cock. “Maybe you should sit and wait till we tell you he’s done?”

      “Yes...” Larotius replied. “Maybe I should.”

      Lasos pushed Cypselos off and slapped his big hand on his knife hilt. “Be gone you little slut!”

      Larotius heard the Hippo’s angry voice and jumped back up with worry in his heart to watch as Cypselos toyed with possible death…

      “I did not men to offend you great Hippo.” Cypselos said as he slowly opened his silk adornments...”My only purpose was to give you a moment’s pleasure on a dull day. Surely my service can not be that offensive to you?”

      Cypselos stepped for under his reinments to prance his slender nakedness before and around the two guards…

     “A brothel whore cost so much these days my grand friends.” Cypselos said as he brushed his paws over the exposed ball sacks of the Hippo guards. “I’m willing to expend myself for free to two finely endowed water stallions as yourselves.” The red fox swooned with his loving sweet lips. “You would find my services to you most pleasurable indeed.”

       Lasos back hand slapped Cypselos! Not hard enough to harm or make him drop but enough to know he’d pissed the Hippo guard off. “BE OFF BEFORE WE KILL YOU SLUT!”

       Argaeus grabbed the hand of his angry partner. “Hey?! That’s not called for? He’s only being nice.”

      “I just want to be of service to two fine Hippos.” Cypselos cried. “You looked to me like actual decent lovers who’d treat a wanting fox like a thing of beauty and not a piece of trash...I was wrong!” Cypselos stood sobbing. “I only want to be a fox known for his gifts of pleasure and love!”

      “Oh….” Argaeus replied. “Please don’t cry little one. You are beautiful and your offer is very kind to us indeed.” Argaeus bent down and kissed Cypselos gently on his snoot. “Shhhhh….be at ease now loving beauty.”

      “Hmph.” Lasos snorted. “If you want to tunnel the little fox bitch, be my guest Argaeus. We’re on duty or do you let your dick decide what’s important?”

       Argaeus snorted at his partner. “You might be a tight ass all the time Lasos but that’s your problem.” The Hippo snorted as he reached out and took up Cypselos in his thick arms. “Sniff….” “Mmmm...you smell of sweet water berries? “Sniff…...Sniff….”

        The male fox giggled as the Hippo sniffed hard over his whole body. “I know that water berries are the favorite of all Hippos so I sprayed a little of the juice in my fur….does it give you craving for me?”

        Argaeus lifted the fox over his head and gently stroked his thick tongue over Cypselos’s tail hole….”Yes…..it does. You are certainly a clean and beautiful little whore. Are you new to the brothel?”

        Cypselos gasped as the Hippo continued to lap over his anus...”No….. I am my own whore. And price of silver or gold is not my worry since pleasure is my best payment and serving such a big, healthy and strong water male as yourself will be my eternal joy.” Cypselos slowly lick kissed Argaeus’s nose...” Do you wish to have me?”

        Argaeus frowned at Lasos as Cypselos snuggled under his chin. “You can stay and keep watch. I’m taking a break to get off my tired feet for a few minutes….if you don’t mind?”

        Lasos snorted. “Do what you want but don’t spend all damn afternoon with that whore. I hope “it” gives you something nasty.”

         “Awwwww….” Cypselos sighed. “Don’t be like that oh great water stallion. By the look of your bulge? I would please myself on your for far longer than your big strong handsome friend here. Why don’t you both use me to your hearts desire?”

         Lasos slapped Cypselos again in the snoot. “Shut your mouth whore! Do what you came to do and go!”

         Larotius watched from the drain hole in the street as one of the Hippo guards carried Cypselos into the temple….

        “He did it...Amazing. But it’s only one of two.” The Roman wolf snarled. “If the other one catches wind of what’s about to happen, he will sound the alarm over the whole city.”

         “Give Cypselos time.” Asphalion said. “When the opening comes? He will exploit it ruthlessly. I forgot to mention? He was a trained assassin of a baroness in the royal court and killing while engaging in sex is his special talent.”

          Larotius gasped….”Has he ever? Has he ever killed Romans?”

          Asphalion nodded. “He killed the Counsel Drusus Luna. The war counsel before Caesar who tried to cross the Ruana. He parted Counsel Luna’s sex organs from his body during anal sex.”

          Larotius grabbed for his own scrotum and lowered his ears in frightful thought….

          “Oh be not fearful Great Wolf of Rome. After all? Luna was one less rival for Caesar to contend with and the descriptions of him which reached our ears made it sound as if his demise was rather a welcomed thing. Besides, Cypselos is now besotted to you. Your balls are very safe.” Asphalion said as he gave Larotius a nice petting on his head. 

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
1pm
The center of Chelsea. The whore house of Savvas (Goat) the Socialator

      Bersalus swished the grape wine in his glass as he reclined on a couch and waved away the female lioness who served it. “I must say Savvas?” Bersalus said as he smelled the wine in his glass. “You keep a very calm and organized house with all these filthy predators, especially the lions? How do you handle these beasts?”

     Savvas waved a young teenage lion over and slapped his hoof hand between the cat’s legs...”Gelding is a very persuasive tool against rowdy thoughts. Then there’s always brute force. Beatings. The occasional throat cut. I don’t like to throw away stock but it’s that or grab a whip and a chair and I prefer to have a very unstressed life.”

     Bersalus smirked. “Killing stock is something I can’t afford obviously being I am such a small operator. Foxes are more my trade and I don’t use a lot of force because I breed them when they’re young. I find that after a little “experience” they are less likely to act up. I also treat them as well as they deserve if they do me a good service. Take Marlo for instance? Marlo? Come here?”

     Marlo walked up to Bersalus and submissioned himself on his hands and knees, allowing the bunny to pet him softly. “Marlo is my prize treasure. I spend a lot of time on his grooming and social graces….especially his “elaborate pleasing skills” I dare say I make more money from his maw than his pussy hole.”

      Savvas looked down at the fox and smiled. “Oh really? Let’s see if this cute little red whore can impress me?”

      Bersalus rubbed under Marlo’s chin and winked at him...a signal for the fox to follow the rabbit’s lead….”Marlo? Service our fine patron will you?” Bersalus said as he pointed a paw finger to the old goat’s privates. “And while you are enjoying yourself my dear Savvas? Let us discuss the transaction for my unruly white bitch of a filthy dog? Remember...I want to see him raped well by only deer. I don’t care if he dies in the process.”

      Savvas looked down to see Marlo pleasing himself on the goat’s “rage’r”. “I don’t wish the fine looking wolf to die so quickly. Give me a week and I’ll make him earn his keep in double.” The old goat said as he smiled down at Marlo. “I must say….this one has a sweet feeling mouth on him.”

     “Told you he is very graceful.” Bersalus said. The rabbit pointed at something he noticed. “I see that knife hilt? Is that ivory? How resplendent the designs!”

        “It was a gift from the royal family.” Savvas replied proudly as he held Marlo’s head still to his erect penis while pulling the decorative knife from its’ sheath...”Do you wish to look at it?”

        Bersalus nodded as Savvas handed him the knife….hilt end first. The bunny examined the fine details and the crafts-mammal-ship with a delight on his face. “Splendid artwork!”

       Savvas leaned forwards, his hips obviously at work pushing himself in and back inside Marlo’s maw….”You were right….this fox is very talented in his own art work. Such grace….”

       Bersalus fumbled the knife and it fell out of his paws onto the floor...” Oh! Forgive me dear Savvas!” The bunny cringed. He then reached down to pick up the knife and as he did so….he slapped Marlo on the rump…

      The fox widened his jaws….then clamped them shut onto the old goat’s prick! Savvas only started to scream out when the rabbit leaped off from his powerful hind legs, flew through the air and plowed the decorative knife into and out of Savvas’s neck!

      “AAAAAAAGH! GLUCK! GLUCK!” The old goat tried to stand up and struggled to hit the rabbit as he held on! Marlo pulled his maw from Savvas’s cock, pulled his own small dagger from a piece of string that secured it to the underside of his left rear leg and stabbed it into Savvas’s eye socket!

      “GNAH! DIE ALREADY YOU DAMNED SHEEP!” Marlo screamed as he and Bersalus fought to keep the angry but dying goat from getting to the front door. Savvas was two steps away when at last Garay entered into the fray and locked his jaws into the goat’s neck, suffocating Savvas till he crashed to the floor.

       Garay backed off and ran to Bersalus who’d been thrown and slammed pretty hard into a wall and sat shaking his head…

       “Are you alright?” Garay asked.

       “Concern for a food item?” Bersalus asked as he rubbed his head. “I think you have mange or some ailment. I’m alright. It was only luck I got in that shot to his neck.” Bersalus still had the knife and showed it to Garay. “A trophy for you? I’m sure you would not want me armed. After all? I have deep scores to settle.”

        Garay pushed the knife back. “I trust you. I know Bersalus you are a… “food item” and I might be a little crazy but...you prove yourself to be of value so I will protect you.”

        Bersalus put the knife over his shoulder like a sword. “Back at my village? I had no family. No children, No wife. I was still emotionally tied to my village because we rabbits are like that. But….their deaths? They were unfortunate to be born food items so there it is. I accept my station in life and am yours to do as you please.”

       Garay picked Bersalus up and nose snuggled him. “You have too much talent to be food.” He said softly.

        Little Athena, the virgin pre-teen fox came up to Garay...”How about we stop the “love-in” and proceed here? What’s the next plan oh Great Wolf of Rome? Or do you intend to lick that little rodent’s ass all day long?”

        “She’s forceful…..isn’t she?” Bersalus snorted.

       “Go around and make sure we and the whores are the only ones in the house.” Garay commanded Athena. “And find the ones that are somewhat fit and healthy.”        

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
1:15pm
The Temple of Tocarus in Chelsea

     Larotius looked from his hiding place with great concern and some whining as Cypselos had been inside for what seemed like an eternity to the gray wolf…

     “You really should sit down and relax my master.” Asphalion said. “Cypselos knows what he’s doing. Then again? We are just vermin right?”

      Larotius sighed...”Don’t think of such things. To me? You’re fellow predators. It’s stupid to abuse and murder our own over stupid rumors and legends.”

      Eation watched the front of the temple too as he stood next to Larotius. “We must move swiftly and kill the priests and priestesses before they can escape. My suspicion says there’s at least one escape tunnel from the temple into these aqueducts. One or two of us should go and find it right now to cut off their escape.”

       Larotius nodded….”Go then and be ready in case they try to flee. But do you think you can take them on?”

       Eation snorted….”Given the size of these aqueducts against the size of an elephant? Mobility is my advantage. Never underestimate us foxes master, we’re full of surprises.”

        Meanwhile inside the temple in one of the small rooms devoted to “offerings of pleasure” to the Tusker gawds...Cypselos rose from pleasing himself over the hardness of the Hippo Argaeus….

       “Mmmm….how strong and delightfully virile you are.” The fox said as he gently tease licked the tip...”Do I please you my darling?”

       The hippo gasped as he wrapped his hands around Cypselo’s body and drew him up over his chest and dangled him over his head...”Yes you do my little red love. Too bad this must be quick...”

       Cypselos rubbed a paw finger over Argaeus’s nose. “You shouldn’t rush your joy?” The red fox said as he watched Argaeus open his huge mouth below him…

      “Gasp!” Cypselos worried and kicked his hind legs furiously. “What are you doing?!”

        “Be at ease my joy.” Argaeus answered. “I am not going to eat you. Certainly not all of you but...I’m going to feast on your sumptuous bottom.”

        Cypselos paniced as he was being lowered into the big hot and soaking Hippo maw...” Stop kicking your legs and split them apart. Trust me? You’ll love this!”

        Cypselos stopped struggling and allowed himself to be “wish boned” between the dripping jaws of the Hippo...”Not having a tail must make you suffer so terribly.” Argaeus said as he slowly began to move his tongue between the fox’s spread legs. “But it makes the pleasure more accessible to enjoy, does it not?”

         This was not the place to be if you were a fox wanting to kill a big fat hippo. Cypselos faked his pleasure while scheming how to deliver the death blow behind the ear and he fought to get himself clear of the maw by slipping into a sitting position on Argaeus’s upper lip…

         “Mmmmm…..absolutely perfect!” The slender effeminate fox gasped and cooed as he felt himself over his soaked rear end...”Please me great Argaeus? You’re skill at pleasure is without compare…..huh…..”

          Just the opening Cypselos desired. As the Hippo lapped his tongue over the fox’s rear again...Cypselos leaned forwards over the face, drew a long, thin dagger from behind his long flowing head tuft and struck Argaeus behind the left ear in a swift and powerful thrust! Flipping off the terrified Hippo’s head….Cypselos scrambled the brain and width drew fast!

          Argaeus flopped about but the fox had done his work well. The Hippo could not cry out and after a few minutes his thrashing ended.

           In his hiding place across the street...Larotius saw Cypselos emerge and slowly dance around the other Hippo guard Lasos...”He must have done it!”

          Asphalion snickered...”Told you he has talent. Now if he can just lure the other fat bastard off his pedestal?”

The Zootopian Middle Age
Day three of the bridge crossing
1:36pm
The rear cohort of the Lightening Legion
Beyond the ruins of Kapsi

       Ademi awoke to the smell of putrid burning things like wood, grass and flesh and screams cut short by some terrible end. As his vision cleared...he saw a young goat kid thrown up onto a table and dismembered alive without a pause. The small body still kicking as the head went flying into a pile beyond…

       The young goat shot up with a fright! Ademi kicked and screamed as he slammed into the back of a cage kicking and smacking with abandon his fellows who themselves were full of horror as predators taunted them without mercy at their plight…

       “Ademi?! Ademi, stop it!” Dimius snapped as the black goat shook Ademi out of his panic. “Cut it out! It’s no use!...”

       Ademi looked long into the eyes of his friend...”It’s no use Ademi. We’re all done for.” Dimius said with sorrow as the cries and screams of another young goat being thrown on the blood dripping slaughter table made them wince….

       The lion doing the butchering sliced the young goat’s neck and stood watching with sadistic glee as the struggling equine bled out. Then again...off went the limbs, the head and out flew the guts with a swift ease and the process began with another...

       Ademi looked around the large cage where all his friends and the other young kid goats were thrown as Dimius collapsed onto the dirt floor. “They must be saving us all in here for special treats or something. Every now and then they come drag another off.”

        Ademi turned and recognized Myri huddled and shivering on his side in the dirt….

        “Myri?” Ademi said as he tried to reach for the young goat but Dimius stopped him…

        “They just threw him back in here for I think the third time now. No use trying to talk to him...he’s been “gang raped” a lot. A bad thing to be so cute huh? Another “thing” these saber toothed bastards enjoy doing to us.”

       Ademi sunk to his knees and sobbed...”Pan has abandoned us. Why won’t he strike us down? Give us plague? Do something to save us! What have we done to offend you great Pan?!”

       “Will you cut that snit out?” Dimius snapped. “We’re in a bad place already Ademi, we don’t need crazy piety. Nothing’s going to save us, we’re all dead.”

         Ademi sobbed….”Father….mother….little sister….”

         Dimius rubbed Ademi on his shoulder...”If your father and his lover aren’t dead by now? They will be. As for your mother and sister? They’re gone. I saw them dragged here attached by a javelin. Lucky they both died quickly….they were dead when the butchers chopped them up.”

       Ademi lost himself! “BASTARD!” He screamed as he pounced upon Dimius and started scratching and swinging on his head! “STUPID BASTARD! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!...”

       Some of the young goats pulled Ademi off as Dimius scrambled away… “You need to accept our fate Ademi!” Dimius screamed. “We’re all soup stock! We’ll be chained to wagons and worked to death or worse! We’re all dead you stupid moron!”

        Just then….the noise of celebrating predators broke the air and all the goat kids in the cage watched as several wolves and Coyotes came into the clearing pulling and abusing a goat behind them bound in ropes!

       Ademi recognized the older male and screamed...”SELENOS!”

           Selenos fought against his cruel bindings, his struggle getting cheers and laughter from the predators taunting him….

          “That must be his little bitch!” A lion yelled.

          “Well….how can we tell?” A wolf snickered as he pointed to the blood soaked crotch where a penis used to be. “We gelded this rebellious fool!”

          The predators allowed Selenos to collapse in front of the cage where Ademi struggled to reach him with his hoof hand….”Selenos?” Ademi sobbed….

         “I’m sorry Ademi.” Selenos sobbed back. “I’m sorry I didn’t relieve your suffering….I’ve failed you my love.”

         “Awwwwww….” A panther said with cruelty. “How touching? Poor little whore...does seeing your lover de-balled hurt your heart? Shall we cure your pain?” The panther snatched Selenos by his head tuft and jerked his head back….”Let’s “wish bone” this one!” He screamed out!

          Dozens of predators fell upon Selenos! They dragged him over the ground and tied his arms and his legs to a set of long poles as he struggled furiously and tried to bite anything close! “YOU SCUM! YOU FILTHY PREDATOR PIECES OF RAT SNIT!” The big male goat screamed as two gangs of predators hoisted him up between the two long poles and waved him around the air like a flag!

         The gate to the cage was swung open and three Roman uniform garbed predators snatched Ademi and dragged him out...throwing him on his knees before the horrible sight of his lover hanging high in the air…

         A lion struck Ademi hard with his paw….”Well? Plead with us for the life of your lover you little bitch?!” The lion snarled. “Maybe we’ll be kind to you? Plead you little slut!”

         Ademi sobbed and the lion gave him a violent kick in the stomach! “Beg for his life! Beg you worthless piece of soup snit!”
       Ademi looked up at Selenos and shook his head...he realized pleading was worthless...”

        The Lion kicked Ademi again. “Bah! You’re no fun….WISH BONE THAT PIECE OF MEAT!”

        The predator gangs gave out three “Heeve hoes” before they pulled the big poles apart and with them in a loud sicking tear of flesh and bone went the halves of Ademi’s husband! If there were any worse place than Hadies for a young goat kid to be condemned too? Ademi realized that he was in it.  

End of Chapter 8